El Tata Bombo Gramajo

The Old Man Bombo Gramajo
Man of tusca and quebracho
Carries a spell in his blood, sorcerer from Bracho
Beating the drums of his soul, Several mestizo grandparents
Who sleep beneath the earth of his Santiago homeland
Today he gallops through life, A gentle wild colt
With a 'pirpinto' of alhoja from a carnival Tuesday
The old man Bombo Gramajo, man of tusca and quebracho
Carries a spell in his blood, sorcerer from Bracho -.

Hugging his drum made of sweat and machete
By the waters of the river when the flood passes
'Quishqui' of purple wine gets lost in the dust
With a Zamba in the night crying ancient dreams
He has his ranch on the side under the añapera moon
Where he scares Death away dancing the Chacarera